AFTERWORD

Late one Monday afternoon in March 2013 I returned to the Karori Cemetery with Eleanor Gwendoline Jones’s plot number. This time the woman in administration altered her directions—‘turn right at the last street light and look for her in public section 2 next to Hearn and Eliot’. Fallen leaves covered the walking area between the graves and there was a strong smell of eucalypt in the air. I found Eliot, then Hearn, covered in eucalypt leaves. Next door was Eleanor’s plot, little more than the collapsed side of a bank. One hundred years after she was interred she at last had a visitor.